دَبَّ نَملُ العِذارِ في خَدِّ بَدري

دَخلَ اللّيل في النّهارِ وَسارا

The ant of blame crawled on my full moon's cheek

Night entered day as both walked on their way

قَصَدَ الخدَّ يَنقُل الخالَ مِنهُ

مِن لَظى الخدِّ حينَ مَسَّته دارا

It moved to my cheek to move the mole away

From the heat of my cheek when it felt its sway